the mud is
flooding in
roots pulled up
vines twisted and tangeled around my feet
mud getting deep and hard to breath

I want to float
I want to fly
In a blue sky
But I’m held down in the past
Please make this stop
how long is this going to last
Can’t you let forgivness loose on me
and let me free
This is slow death
How can this be
I’d give my life so that you could be free

By Roger Harkness
8/3/09

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